I love that mountain.
Coming around that crook in the Tennessee River there on 24, heading to Chattanooga from Huntsville, the river shaded by the afternoon sun. That imposing cliff – the first real taste of the mountains east of there. Out the passenger window, I'd always look up to see if she would ever end. Thankfully she wouldn't. And she hasn't. And when I thought of making a print for 'Nooga, well, the Choo Choo wasn't in my thoughts at all.